Handful at a Time...

Well, i'm down by the waterwheel
but it ain't turning
This river dried up
long years ago...
Marsh weeds invaded,
the soil they created
started the bog you see
before you right now...

Time moves slowly,
wheels need oiing
That sneaky, squeaky one
is always getting the grease
If you talk only
how are you gonna
figure out the difference
in what we all say?

Don't want sun every day
lord knows how boring that would be
Give me a taste of the bitter and sweet
We're all gonna get down that road
one sweet, fine sunny day
so be kind to the people you meet
Let's take a stroll and hold each other's hand
and walk towards the sun
and maybe hear the galloping of hooves...

Time moves slowly,
wheels need oiing
That sneaky, squeaky one
is always getting the grease
If you talk only
how are you gonna
figure out the difference
in what we all say?...
      4-27-10